When In Rome...(SLOW UPDATES)

Chapter 1

When In Rome...

Chapter 1

"Aaaaah!"I groaned, massaging my dear butt that suffered from my oh so graceful fall from the bed to the floor.

Once on the bed again, I turned to face the white chair that stood on the right of my bed with the alarm clock on top of it. My eyes widened when I saw the blaring red numbers on my alarm clock; '9:00 P.M.', they read.

 Stella will kill me!

After getting a quick shower, I grabbed my uniform and the black heels I always wore to work.

'A whole year of working as a bartender and you're still not used to six-inches!' A small voice inside my head mocked me.

 

"Sorry, Stella! I know I'm late but-"

"Seriously? This is the fifth time in a row that you are late! One more time and I am so gonna tell Mr. Lyons!" Stella cut me off. I didn't blame her for being angry though, her shift was only till 9:30 and she had to get home to her twins whose babysitters' shift also ended at 9:30.

"Oh, you wouldn't! You love me!" I told her with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, sadly!" She sighed, grabbing her black clutch from the tiny locker-type-thing on top of her head. "Anyway, I need to rush home now. Sarah needs to go home and study for her biology test." Stella continued, referring to her kids' babysitter who was still in high school for senior year.

"Ok, you go now. I'll see you later. Bye!" I waved her off.

Stella was a 28 year old single mother whose douche bag of a husband left her the minute he knew that Stella was pregnant. She was my babysitter when I was younger and a very good family friend, and when my parents died in that horrible car crash an year ago, she was all I had.   Her kids, Eric and Emma were lovely too, just like their mom. The two four year olds were really mischievous sometimes, but that's what kids were for, right?

My train of thought was cut off by two really pretty ladies stumbling onto the counter. Judging by the tear stained cheeks of the blonde one, I'm guessing she needed to get over a breakup and had come over with her brunette friend for a shot or two. She was a new customer, which surprised me a little because we hardly had new customers.

"A shot of Gin and Tonic for me and my friend here please." The brunette mumbled and that's how my night started.

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"Bye, Ricky!" I waved to my other co-worker and friend, before hailing a cab and heading home. It was 6 in the morning and my shift at the bar had just ended. Barely any people came over to the bar for a drink in the morning but Mr. Lyons insisted it be open even in the morning. Oh well, why do I care?  

I reached home by 7 and after charging my dead phone, I saw the four texts I got from Stella asking me if I was home safe. God, she worries so much!

After replying to her texts, changing into a comfortable onesie and making myself a hot mug of coffee, I opened the weekly magazine, humming softly to myself.

I skimmed through the pages before one caught my eye. A grin made its way on to my face when I read about the photography competition on the second page of my magazine. All you had to do was to click a picture related to history and you could get a free ticket to Rome if you win! I love photography and absolutely adore travelling! And if all I had to pay to go to Rome were my awesome photography skills, then hell, of course I would jump at this opportunity!